Josh woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar feeling: peace. He looked over to where Kiera lay sleeping. What a day, he thought.
After Amy's revelation the day before, the afternoon had passed in a blur. Never had Josh known a deal to go through so quickly, but in hindsight, why wouldn't it? He'd found the only property within a few hundred miles that met the buyer's needs. The rest was just paperwork.
Josh slipped out of bed and padded to the kitchen in his pajamas. As he made coffee, he thought about the strange road that had led him to this moment. Standing here in his kitchen, on a perfect day, with everything feeling right with the world.
He looked out the window, and watched a woman push a stroller down the street. His mind flashed back to earlier in the week.
Almost perfect, he thought, his mood shifting. But close enough…right?
Josh poured his coffee, then paused and took an extra cup from the cupboard for Kiera. He'd surprise her with coffee in bed, and then he was looking forward to reading the paper and relaxing for a few hours.
But something had changed. Josh sat in the sunshine, trying to conjure up the feeling of perfection he'd felt when he'd first awoken, but it had slipped away. It's no use, he thought.
He sat for another half hour, staring out the window, not able to believe that he was truly thinking about doing what he was about to do.
Finally, he reached for the phone.
Two hours later, Josh stood in Carl's office, in the place ...